A Lease Of Lore

Onto the seekers, he gave his word

As to knowledge, its tenets and such

That understanding begets a charge

a lease of lore - and keenness thereof
For the foolish mane so to shed.

Now hail you scions of Socrates

To whom his don bequeathed;

Bid not your laurels beguile your wit

Nor dim your hunkering souls.

Yet if need of comic mirth

And your fancies so concur,

Crash the knit-wit blooper fair

watch dupes of age cavorting glee

 auction their stock for token bits

Just to ride the Ferris wheel.

And you ,birthed not of haughty stock

The foregoing you must abhor-

For knowledge bears not

Fruits of covetousness;

Let noblesse your fledgling crowns adorn.

                                                  

By

Hope Kalé Ewusi ©